O revered monkey, do not grieve

Bharata the noble king of Ayodhya 

had sent envoys to all regions

and I, Rama, am one among them

To protect dharma and destroy evil

is our mission as ordered by the king

 

Sons and brothers are equal in status

yet you stole your son’s wife

O son of Indra, that is why I killed you

please understand, you noble monkey

Sugreeva, to make you feel confident

as you watch, these trees I will

with my powerful arrow split

get to know my valour, O brave monkey

 

O Daughter of Janaka,

this demon who has come in the shape of a golden deer has turned into a ferocious tiger and is killing me.

My brother Lakshmana, are you forsaking me?

My dear Sita, are you too abandoning me?

 

(  Maricha who cries out in the voice of Rama to deceive Sita).

If you have such great desire for this

O beautiful Sita, I will bring it for you

 

You stay here, my boy Lakshmana,

to ensure the demons don’t make trouble

 

Sloka:

After instructing Mareecha what to do, Ravana sat in his chariot near Panchavati. Mareecha the magician took the form of a golden deer and played in the forest. Seeing that Rama spoke to Sita thus.

Here I have strung your bow,

now tell me where to send the arrow

 

To kill a Brahmin like you

I consider it improper

 

Your good deeds or your mind’s strength,

tell me which one should I break.

 

If what you say is true Bhargava

Then who am I, O revered sage?

 

But that woman was not my mother,

O great soul known for noble deeds!

 

Reference:

Parasurama has killed his mother as per the orders of his father and later he told father to resuscitate his mother.

O Sage Bhargava, when I saw you approaching

with arrows I realised you are a saint!

 

To wage a war for no reason

who will now wish, O gracious sage?